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Gabriel tried again to tape the broken window shut. It still didn't work, and unfortunately the weather was getting worse. He kicked the wall, which made his foot hurt as well, and decided to make himself a coffee.

[The church is open]

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After second period, Annette made a mad dash for the church. Not seeing anyone immediately, she called out, "Hello? Father? Anyone?"

Luckily Gabriel missed that someone called him Father, as he was muttering to himself, glaring alternately at his foot and at the window. When the fact that someone was here reached him, he turned.

"Hey! You know anything about windows!"

"What?" She was taken off guard. "No, I mean, I can hang curtains."

He snorted. "Do I look like I have curtains?" In fact curtains might be useful to keep the sun out. "One of the windows is broken." He gestured at the window, which clung to the frame with ony one, worn hinge.

She looked over and her bottom lip wibbled. "N-no... I... I CAN'T FIX A BROKEN WINDOW!" Annette might be suffering from emotional stress right now.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "No, no, NO, don't start CRYING!" Monkeys were so sensitive. He hated it.

"Then HELP me! It's your job! I... I need to confess," she said, ignoring the fact that this man really freaked her out.

Confess? Job? The monkey thought he was a priest? Gabriel was about to start laughing, when he reconsidered. If she couldn't fix the window at least she could provide some entertainment.

"Right," he said. "Sit down." He gestured at the nearest pew.

She didn't move. "But... but the confession box?"

He rolled his eyes again. "It got stolen by some goblins." Perching himself on the back of the pew next to it, he smiled cooly.

This was strange. This was not right. Was he lying? The priest was lying to her? How did that work? She saw the confession box. It was there...right there! "Are you claustrophobic, father?"

The confession box was in fact full of empty donut boxes. He made an effort to try and look embarrassed. "Yes," he replied. "Please don't tell anyone."

She would have reached out to him but she was the one in pain; she was the one who needed help. "I won't. I promise. So I will sit in the pew right behind you, that way you cannot directly see me." There really was no point in that now, but whatever. Annette moved to do just that.

"That's fine," Gabriel said, impressed by how good he seemed to be at this. "Sooo..." He tried to think of the right phrase. It didn't appear, so he hoped the girl would start talking.

Annette hung her head, hands in lap. "Bless me father for I have sinned. It's been..." she paused, thinking about when her last confession was. "...a freaking long time since my last confession. I... I did something terrible last night. No. That's not quite right. It wasn't terrible but it was wrong. Yes. It was wrong..."

Gabriel nodded. Didn't they all? "What did you do... my child?" One good thing with him not seeing her was that she couldn't see him smirk.

"I... kissed a boy." Sniffle.

Luckily Annette didn't see Gabriel roll his eyes. "I take it you're not married to him," he said drily.

"What?" Her head snapped up. "I'm only seventeen."

Gabriel didn't keep track at what age people did get married nowadays. "And not engaged either?" she added.

"No! No... no... we're just friends!" What was wrong with this man of the cloth?

"Well, kissing boys who are just friends when you're not married and not even engaged to them isn't exactly God's will." Not that God seemed to bother a lot.

"I know... but that really isn't all of my confession. I kissed this other boy when I already have a boyfriend!" Sniffle sob.

Monkeys were confusing sometimes. "Why?" Gabriel asked.

"Because I'm a 'hoooooo!" she cried.

Okay, that was certainly a confession. Gabriel blinked. "You do this a lot?" He asked, wondering what that school was really like.

"No, just once." she said rather simply. "Last night. Okay, it was more than one kiss. Does God care how many times?"

Not very likely. "Certainly," Gabriel replied. He had no wish to hear the girl go into detail however. "Anything else?"

"That's bad enough I think," she whispered. "So what is my penance?"

"Penance, right." Gabriel smiled to himself. "One Hail mary for every kiss." His eyes drifted on to the pile of hymn books. "And take those hymnbooks and distribute them among the students. I think you need some Godly music up at the school to distract you from impure thoughts. Perhaps a choir."

Hail Mary's she can understand. But hymn books? He's got to be kidding right?

No. A man of the cloth would not joke about something like this. "Yes, father." Annette crossed herself and stood up and gathered as many books as she could carry.

"What if I'm... rebuked, or whatever?"

"Should that matter?" Gabriel asked putting on him most solemn smile.

"No," she muttered, defeated. "It shouldn't." She started to shuffle down the aisle, towards the church doors.

"Thank you, father."

"Try and follow God's Will better in the future," Gabriel called after her. It was a good thing he didn't laugh easily.

Her head hung lower, well at least until her chin rested on those books.

For some reason, he didn't make her feel at all better.

Annette made her way back to her dorm room just as fast as her feet would take her.

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